82 THE WOOD. 



To be resigned when ills betide, 

 Patient when favours are denied, 



Content with favours given ; 

 That this indeed is virtue's part, 

 This is that incense of the heart 



Whose fragrance smells to Heaven. 



COTTON. 



The insignificant worm, you may think, who 

 spends his fife enclosed in a Bramble leaf or con- 

 fined within a hollow ball, where he must be insen- 

 sible even to the change produced by the alter- 

 nation of day and night, envies the lark that he 

 hears high above his head, singing his happy songs 

 as he sports in the sunshine. Far from it ; all 

 are equally fulfilling the purpose for which they 

 were created, and therefore all are equally happy, 

 however varied and dissimilar may be their re- 

 spective enjoyments. They feel no wants which 

 they cannot immediately satisfy ; and desires they 

 have none, for their knowledge is bounded by the 

 walls of their prison-house. 



How beautifully the drops of rain hanging 

 about the heads of yonder grass-like plant sparkle 

 in the sunshine ! You might fancy the plant to 

 be studded with diamonds. They are scarcely 

 less brilliant by moonlight, when the drops of 

 dew, suspended on the points of the flowers, 

 might be almost mistaken for glow-worms. It is 

 a species of Wood-rush; but, from its sparkling 

 appearance, has been termed " Glow-worm Grass," 

 or Luciola, which is the Italian name for a glow- 

 worm. 



The little plant springing up in such abundance 

 uncler the trees around us, with shining rough- 



